What Is A Boy..?

Between the innocence of childhood and the dignity of manhood
we find a delightful creature called a boy.
Boys come in assorted sizes, weights and colors, but all boys are the same.
Boys are found everywhere ...
on top of, underneath, inside of, climbing on, swinging from, running around or jumping to.

Mothers love them, little girls hate them, older brothers and sisters tolerate them, adults ignore them and Heaven protects them.

A boy is Truth with dirt on its face, Beauty with a cut on its finger, Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair and the hope of the future with a frog in its pocket.

When you want him to make a good impression, his brain turns to jelly, or else he becomes a savage, sadistic jungle creature bent on destroying the world.

A boy is a composite ... he has the appetite of a horse, the digestion of a sword swallower, the energy of an atom bomb, the curiosity of a cat, the lungs of a dictator, the shyness of a violet and when he makes something, he has five thumbs on each hand.

A boy is a magical creature ... you can lock him out of your workshop, but you can't lock him out of your heart. Might as well give up ... he is your captor, your jailer, your boss and your master ... a freckled face, pint size, cat chasing bundle of noise.

But when you come home at night with only the shattered pieces of your hopes and dreams, he can mend them like new with the two magic words, "HI, DAD!"
...Author Unknown

*Aiza.. ring a bell???*

I was kinda bored and browsed thru the net. Just out of the blue, i searched for the poem What Is A Boy. :) This poem was recited by my English Class (2S of 1994) and won the 1994 Inter-class Choral Speaking competition, but i cant really remember the category.. its either junior or intermediate. Hmm.. the good old days. I just love it when it comes to choral speaking. It means english classes are turned into choral speaking practices! Real fun. That year, we had Sujatha as our instructor and she taught us on the V.E.P of choral speaking - Voice, Expression and Pronunciation. The three major elements that makes a choral speaking worth hearing or not. This poem still brings the sweet memories of endless days of practising, saying things loud and clear, pronouncing each and everyword... God.... its so nice to be a school kid! Every stage of the competition was thrilling to us... especially when we got into finals and actually won! We had to fight against a more senior class and we didnt really expect to win.. and yet, we did!! It was sooooo FUNtastic! The best part of choral speaking was when our school became the host for the Inter School Choral Speaking competition and students from all around town will come by to our school and we'll have a blast of a good time gazing longingly at any good looking guys form the other schools. Usually the main attractions would be the boys form V.I, RMC and St. John's Inst. Hehehe.. well.. that is what usually happens in an all-gals school. Whaddya expect???

Hmmm... sometimes its kinda sad you know. Most people still have their school building firmly attached to the ground, whereby the can look at it or visit the school, reminiscing the good old times and reliving the spirit and memories. As for myself... My school had been torn down to make way for development... All i have is those few piccies i had from my schoolyears and the spirit of a BBGSian still burning deep inside me. ".. add a 100 more, my heart will still belong, Within these cherished walls..."